Susan felt the sharp increase of hunger pangs as the delicious aroma of the meal that he carried wafted in to the room. Carefully he closed the door and juggled the heavy tray awkwardly as he locked the door behind him.

Susan's stomach was sending her loud messages of discontent. She had purposely kept his attention on her whenever he had tried to offer her food this morning. Fearing it was poisoned. So when she smelled the meal as he entered the room her body wanted to be feed. After all he could have killed her at any time today. But she knew he was pleased with her. If she kept him that way, gave him everything he wanted, he would be happy and let her and her baby be together. After all what threat could her son be to him? She would tell him that she wanted them to start right away to be a family. If it was a good mother he wanted, a good mother was what he was going to get.

"Oh look what you have made for us. My, it smells delicious. I must admit I am so hungry, but you have arranged this plate so beautifully it is almost a shame to eat it.

She rushed over to help him to take the tray from his hands, and placed it on the TV tray that she had placed between the bed and the door. She had pulled the settee over to make a dining area for two. She reached over to put the vase with the single red rose on the tray and gave it a sniff, and fussed with the arrangement of plates on the tray.

"Look now everything is perfect." She said as she tried not to stare at his bald head she couldn't possibly imagine the significance of it.

But her words seemed to have the right effect on him as his gaze dropped to the floor and his checks reddened.

"Yes it is, "he said softly." But speaking of perfect look at you Mother. "

"Oh, you like it?

She gave a little spin allowing the cocktail dress to lift and twirl around her knees. She had spent the last hour dressing and brushing her hair until it glowed. She had even pinched her cheeks to bring the color back into them. If he wanted someone to play a role she would play it to perfection until he let down his guard and she could get the upper hand.

She took his hand that trembled in her cupped hands and lead him to the bed. She swept her hand across the area set for their meal and said with a soft chuckle.

"Welcome to chez Mama's House."

Oh this was perfect. She had set up everything. Making the bed they had crumpled earlier and arranging a place for them to sit and eat. She was flawless. It brought a lump to his throat and he blinked tears of joy out of his eyes.

"I'm so happy Mother."

"So am I."

She said as she smoothed her hands over the back of the skirt and tucking it in she sat down on the settee.

"I just know we can be a happy family. You want that too don't you baby?"

He leaned over and placed the linen napkin facetiously on to her lap.

"Yes more than anything"

"Good because I was thinking, sweet heart." She picked up her fork and brought the stem of the asparagus to her mouth and said casually, that Cameron can join us. She added quickly "Only if it's all right with you of course."

She's trying to trick you stupid boy!

Susan watched as he leaned back from the table and eyed her suspiciously. She hurried to do damage control.

"Of course it has been so nice to have our time alone together, maybe it can wait for a while. Let's eat before this lovely meal you made gets cold."

See Mother she's not tricking me. This is what a good mother does. She's protecting her children.

He watched her eagerly as she bite into the asparagus stem tenderly.

She chewed it and nodded her head appreciatively as she pasted a smile on her face and forced herself to swallow.

"MMM , is that garlic I taste?"

"Yes, Yes it is Mother"

It was almost painful to keep up this pretense when all she could think about was her son. But it was working. Her new son appeared to be so pleased with himself that he look like the goose who laid the golden egg. He had finished eating long before her, and was now staring at her breast. Up until this ordeal she had almost been proud of the fact that since Cameron's birth her chest had become more than substantial. The dress he had brought her to wear had a high waist, but its neck lined scooped down. On anyone else it would have been a modest dress but due to her new accruements her breast made large half-moons out of the top. As she notice once again his conversation trailed off into nothing, as he stared at her breasts that threatened to spill out over the top of her gown.

Oh no he couldn't control his bad thing it was hard and throbbing in his pants. He mustn't let his Mother see it.

Susan crouched down on the settee trying ineffectively to hide her raw nipples under the TV table.

Gulping she watched him stand up and turn away from her. She barely suppressed a sigh of relief when he started to clear the TV table.

She feigned a yawn and stretched.

"Well that was wonderful. It's getting so late and I'm tired after such an exciting day. Maybe we can have an early night of it."

She noticed him look at his watch and wondered why his hand seemed to quiver.

She was elated that she might actually not have to keep up the pretense much longer.

It's time you need to prepare her.

"Mother I have one more thing for us to do tonight."

Susan without realizing protectively brought her arms up and crossed them over her aching nipples.

"W-W-ell" he stammered it has been almost two days since you bathed. I would like to take you out of here to bathe you. Would you allow me to do that, mother?

Susan was terrified at what bathing meant, but was eager to leave this room. And go to his house. No doubt her son was there and maybe she could convince him to leave her there with the argument that he would be more comfortable in his own bed. Hopefully he'd fall asleep and she could find her son and escape.

"Yes darling anything you want."

There's one more thing.

She watched as he pulled out a syringe and a glass jar with a white milky liquid. He inserted the needles tip and filled the syringe pushing the air bubble out of the top. He walked towards her.

"Baby is this necessary? You know I won't fight you" she pleaded

"It's just a little bit. Not enough to put you to sleep just enough to make you relaxed. Now stay still I wouldn't want to hurt you."

She got his double meaning and stood stock still as he lifted the hem of her dress and ran his hand up her thigh till he reached the meaty part of her hip and pinching the skin he jabbed her quickly, he pushed the milky liquid into her blood stream.

Her skin was so soft. His bad thing jumped and quiver.

She realized that he didn't have to wait long it wasn't ten minutes before her vision became a little fuzzy. But she could still think and react and fight, if she had to. But five minutes more and she was unsure if her legs would hold her. They felt like two bowls of jello and she moved to the bed and plopped down. Her entire body felt tingly and not quite her own.

"What's happening to me?" That was what she tried to say but what came out was garbled; unrecognizable even to her ears.

She looked at him mutely, pleadingly.

"It's just the effects of the drug, mother. You won't be able to talk, but you will know what's going on and you'll feel a little woozy but don't worry."

"You will feel"

She couldn't repress a shudder at his last statement.

Walking over to her and grasping her below the elbows, he stood her up. She stumbles and if he had not been holding her she would have fallen. Terrified she tried to push him away, but found that her arms where like dead weights again and pretty much useless.

He began to half lead; half carry her toward the bedroom door. To her credit he saw her trying to lean back and dig her heels in, even though he knew that the drug left her almost no use of her limbs. Her wide opened eyes were two pools of terror as he opened the door and dragged her out of the room that had been her prison for the past twenty seven hours. He didn't want to do this, but he had to if he wanted to be cleansed. He walked her around the main room to a smaller room below the stairs. He opened the door and watched as she had to squint against the much stronger florescent lights overhead.

It was at this time that the drug took full effect and her legs gave out completely just as he pulled the door shut behind him. Thankfully he had a good hold and was able to swing her up in to his arms. He cradled her in his arms for a moment, as her head lolled back sending her hair cascading over his arm. She weighed next to nothing. He brushed her hair away from her eyes lovingly. "Mother I want you to see my Master Piece." His heart started pounding in his chest. He just knew she would be proud.

He watched as her eyes followed his gaze and he smiled when her eyes widened to saucer size.

"Yes, I built it. Isn't it beautiful?"

Susan was looking at the most terrifying thing she had ever seen. It looked like some kind of chair from a sci-fi movie. The chair or table or whatever it was, was made of cold hard steel. It had arm rests with manacles attached and foot rests with matching restraints. Every angle looked like it had a hinge as if the thing could contort and transform itself, and to her horror it looked like the slab in a morgue.

"Don't you love it?" he asked excitedly.

If she could make sounds she was sure that they would be whimpers. She was going to be raped or worse killed at the hands of a mad man, a sacrificial lamb for his altar.

"Sorry Mother this will be cold."

Her breath caught as her over heated skin came in contact with the cold surface.

Too excited to talk, he turned her over and unzipped her dress. Gently he gave the gown a tug and he held his breath when the neckline momentarily caught on her full breasts before releasing them and allowing them to spring free. He watched transfixed as her breasts settled back on to her tiny rib cage. Her exposed nipples darkening and hardening in the chilly air, gently he cupped them almost crying at their perfection. Pulling her dress down her legs the rest of the way, he freed it and let it drop to the floor. He hooked his thumb into the straps of her satin panties and pulled them down over her legs.

Adjusting her he brought her naked form further up on the table. Lifting her arms he secured one wrist and then the other to the arms of the table. Pulling her limp legs down and placing her delicate ankles in the straps he pulled and tightened each one to secure them to the bottom of the table.

He walked out of her line of sight. She could hear him unzipping his pants and the dull thud of material hitting the floor. She also heard the sound of his breathing that had suddenly become louder and faster. She tried to close her eyes not wanting to be a witness and hoping to hell the drugs dulled her senses to the violations she knew were coming. The sound of him moving towards her and walking around the table nearly drove her mad. Her eyelids flew open when she felt the table move as he used a crank bar to start lowering the head of the table soon she was lying flat and to her utter dread it didn't stop there her legs were being slowly pulled apart by the mechanical bed. Her foot rests were being wound open and she was powerless to stop it.

She watched as he stepped up to her naked and bare of skin and dear God hair. To her horror she felt him step up, his cock pierced her opening.

"I know you must be frightened, but if you only knew what I know. You Mother are my most precious gift and you are going to allow me to be clean again. Please Mother give me your womb. I wish to be born again inside you." He said this like a reverent prayer.

She felt him push inside her and although her mind willed him out her body betrayed her in all its vulnerability and allowed him entrance. He stopped for a moment his whole body shaking before he started to thrust into her again and again. Her body took the blows of his pounding inside her.

She thanked God that in his ecstasy he had stopped talking because she would have gone mad if she had to listen to him tell her what a good mother she was being or how very helpful or something sick and twisted like that. It was bad enough that she could see the gratitude in his eyes or that every time he thrust into her he let out a guttural sound as his attack brought him one step closer to ejaculation. She heard and felt his completion as he sobbed softly on top of her useless body. He took his time pulling out as if he wanted to make sure he left every drop inside her.

He lifted his eyes and for the first time he looked straight through her.

Leaving her, he went over to the corner of the room out of her line of sight. Was he getting dressed? Please God let this horror be over. When he returned he held a knife. He had tears of joy in his eyes as he approached her.

"My Mother was the best Mother? Now I am the best I can be for her."

It was as if she wasn't even there as he moved to her wrists and sliced the knife through one and reaching across the table and did the same to the other. The pain was so great that had she been able to move her limbs, she would have arced off the steel table. Tears flowed out of her eyes as the pain in her wrists nearly choked her. Hearing a metallic scrapping, she watched out of her vision that was quickly dimming, as he attached two large metal bowls to the device that he had hooked to the arms of the table. This was the last thing he saw before her life's blood flowed out of her fore he had left the room. In the end she wasn't even important enough to watch die.

She had never felt like nothing before this, but she knew to him at this moment she had been just an opening, a portal to empty all his darkness and that she would never hold her baby, not ever again.

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